Ysgard? On any day in his home realm, Theodore would have laughed at this man's face for making such a claim. After all, was Ysgard not just a rumour? A realm of eternal fighting amongst the worthy warriors... what would a man from said realm be doing in here? Had Ysgard been devoured by the forces of Darkness as well? Since surely this realm would not be it, would it? Those shadows were hardly the greatest warriors he had ever met, nor was Birbin, no offence to the little soul. The wide array of facial expressions he went through were hidden behind his mask, spare the occasional twitch of it when he moved his jaw, but eventually he simply replied: "I see. Well met, Valmjr." That name was tough to pronounce.

The inside of the hall was... well, it surely had seen more organised days. Theodore walked over what was scattered on the floor and made his way around the tables where he could, over where he could not. He was going through the checklist of a templar arriving on new ground that could turn to a battle. While Valmjr had held this place until now, that didn't mean they had necessarily looked through everything. A quick look around did not bring out anything wrong though, so he laid his worries to rest for the time being. Next up would be to restock.

Theodore went through what he could find, making a sort of an inventory in his mind as he passed. Most of these things he would simply call out to his friends, such as "Javelins! Seventeen of!" and whatever else he would come across. Once he arrived to the crossbow bolts though, he stopped and crouched down. He examined the build of the local ammunition, marking down that it showed much more signs of hand-crafting. Less in a workshop model, that was for sure. To finalise the comparison, he drew forth one of his own bolts by quickly operating the bolt case's finger release and could see the difference in quality from the feathers alone. Yet this was what he had, so he ended up liberating the local stocks of nine of said bolts, filling his case to the brim again.

What was next would remain to be seen, or heard. Surely the others had had a chat with the locals, or maybe Birbin would have launched on a tirade on their own?

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Theodore collected nine bolts. He now has 20 in total.

[b]HP:[/b] 35/35  [b]AC:[/b] 16  [b]Concentrating:[/b] Nothing
[b]Radiant Consumption:[/b] Available
[b]Slayer's Eye:[/b] Inactive
[b]War Priest:[/b] 0/2 uses expended

[b]Spells expended:[/b]
1/1 Free Unique
2/3 1st
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